Sunday, 4 December 2016

Being someone.


When we least expect things to happen, they happen.

And then who are we, the same person who we used to be? 

Every cell I was born with is probably dead by now, I am made of things that keep dying, and new ones replace them; and then there are those things inside me, which always had a brain of their own. 

Then I see him and my heartbeat is not mine anymore. 


"but in our story,
who is the monster at the end of the book?
oh my love, the monster is time."
-AJ
Courtesy: Free
Photograph: Anna



13 comments:

  1. Oh how I want my heart to be my own, it feels like it will be his forever.

    I feel your words so deeply, we constantly die and replace it with new... thought provoking ♡♡♡

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  2. Beautifully expressed...
    I wonder why it takes so long for us to realize that we are not our own !

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  3. OhGod! This is so beautiful.

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  4. Such romanticism here...have you met someone special?

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  6. in love with this post. maybe we aren't dying. just becoming new.

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  7. We can beat a lot of things in life, but we will never beat the clock.

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  9. Precise and touches heart.Adorable writing.

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